sick again. Listening to some REALLY weired Japanese music. It's sounds
like a sqauredance. LOL. It's called 'Minna de wahaha." Go figure.
Thanks to Inca, lemon_drops, and A. Alexander. You guys rock. p.s @ Stoneygem: thanx. I like that line too. ************************************************************************
Harry slept peacefully in Minerva's arms, his new blankets warm and
dry. Albus and Arabella sat in the room, both lost in shock at the news
they had just recieved. Wormtail, or Peter Pettigrew ( kill. Kill!), was
dead. Sirius Black, once trusted, had apparently betrayed Lilly and
James to Voldermort. He was in Azkaban.
" I don't believe it. Sirius is Harry's godfather! We helped Lilly and
James pick him Albus........" She keeped the tears back as she looked
at Harry.
" I know dearie." said Arabella, shaking her head. She gave Albus a
look.
" Where will Harry live?" Minerva looked away from the baby that
was snoring in her trmbleing arms. Albus sighed, then spoke.
" With his Aunt Petunia and her husband, Vernon." Minerva could
barely suppress her anger.
" You can't! He cannot be left with that woman!" He put his hand
up to stop her.
" If anywhere else, he will be hurt Tabby." She hugged the baby
tighter. In a second she had made up her mind.
" I know of a safer place."
" Tell me. I don't want Harry with them if I can help it."
" Us. At Hogwarts." His eyes got big. Arabella smiled.
" Considering a select few still know we are married, I don't
see how 'we' can raise him." Then he stopped, as if an idea had
struck him. Arabella spoke his thought.
" Your old home Albus. You still own it, and it's plenty far
from both muggles and wizarding folk alike. He could be told
later on, perhaps at ten, who he is. Then he will have a year before
school to understand. I find it best." Albus stared at the child, who had
woken up for a moment. Those green, sparkling eyes gave him an
answer.
" I suppose this is why women are called the better half....." Both
women nodded.
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As the green smoke died away in Albus Dumbledore's fireplace,
Minerva Dumbledore sighed. Harry cried at first, but he soon became
entranced with the many colors an quieted. The small child now
peered around his new surroundings, then to his new grandparents.
" babble!" He cried at Minerva, who turned her head in confusion.
" babble? oh! bottle!" she handed him to Albus and ran into the
kitchen, looking for the family house elf, Mikki, to help her.
Abus sat down with the small child, who immediatly began grabbing
at his long beared.
" ow! My, my little one! Thats a strong grip you have." He smiled
down at Harry. He giggled and let go. He liked this old man with his
odd eyes. For a few seconds he sat there with him, until a 'eeek' came
from the kitchen. Mikki's eyes were excitedly locked onto the human
baby in front of her.
" Mikki is happy to see you sirs! Mikki never seen a baby!" Harry's
eyes were almost as big as Mikki's as he stared right back at the house
elf. It was hard to tell who thought the other more facinating, the baby
or the elf. Mikki let him hold her long, thin finger before running back
into the kitchens, the re-entering with Minerva and a bottle. Albus
glanced at the clock. A gift from Molly Weasley to Minerva, it had
four hands. One had Minerva, the other himself, a third had Mikki,
and the last one now wrote on itself: Harry. He looked at his
pocket watch, and sighed.
"I should goto the Ministry. they will need me." Minerva took
Harry and and scowled.
" Yes. Cornelius has probably mucked this up too..." He smiled at
her, gave her a peck on the cheek, then dissaporated away. Harry
giggled.
" me do!"
" not a chance kid. Not till your 18....."
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I hope that was ok. I'm not sure how much a baby can say at one, anyone know?? Well, tell me if you have an idea. Parental advise is good too!
Thanks to Inca, lemon_drops, and A. Alexander. You guys rock. p.s @ Stoneygem: thanx. I like that line too. ************************************************************************
Harry slept peacefully in Minerva's arms, his new blankets warm and
dry. Albus and Arabella sat in the room, both lost in shock at the news
they had just recieved. Wormtail, or Peter Pettigrew ( kill. Kill!), was
dead. Sirius Black, once trusted, had apparently betrayed Lilly and
James to Voldermort. He was in Azkaban.
" I don't believe it. Sirius is Harry's godfather! We helped Lilly and
James pick him Albus........" She keeped the tears back as she looked
at Harry.
" I know dearie." said Arabella, shaking her head. She gave Albus a
look.
" Where will Harry live?" Minerva looked away from the baby that
was snoring in her trmbleing arms. Albus sighed, then spoke.
" With his Aunt Petunia and her husband, Vernon." Minerva could
barely suppress her anger.
" You can't! He cannot be left with that woman!" He put his hand
up to stop her.
" If anywhere else, he will be hurt Tabby." She hugged the baby
tighter. In a second she had made up her mind.
" I know of a safer place."
" Tell me. I don't want Harry with them if I can help it."
" Us. At Hogwarts." His eyes got big. Arabella smiled.
" Considering a select few still know we are married, I don't
see how 'we' can raise him." Then he stopped, as if an idea had
struck him. Arabella spoke his thought.
" Your old home Albus. You still own it, and it's plenty far
from both muggles and wizarding folk alike. He could be told
later on, perhaps at ten, who he is. Then he will have a year before
school to understand. I find it best." Albus stared at the child, who had
woken up for a moment. Those green, sparkling eyes gave him an
answer.
" I suppose this is why women are called the better half....." Both
women nodded.
***********************************************************
As the green smoke died away in Albus Dumbledore's fireplace,
Minerva Dumbledore sighed. Harry cried at first, but he soon became
entranced with the many colors an quieted. The small child now
peered around his new surroundings, then to his new grandparents.
" babble!" He cried at Minerva, who turned her head in confusion.
" babble? oh! bottle!" she handed him to Albus and ran into the
kitchen, looking for the family house elf, Mikki, to help her.
Abus sat down with the small child, who immediatly began grabbing
at his long beared.
" ow! My, my little one! Thats a strong grip you have." He smiled
down at Harry. He giggled and let go. He liked this old man with his
odd eyes. For a few seconds he sat there with him, until a 'eeek' came
from the kitchen. Mikki's eyes were excitedly locked onto the human
baby in front of her.
" Mikki is happy to see you sirs! Mikki never seen a baby!" Harry's
eyes were almost as big as Mikki's as he stared right back at the house
elf. It was hard to tell who thought the other more facinating, the baby
or the elf. Mikki let him hold her long, thin finger before running back
into the kitchens, the re-entering with Minerva and a bottle. Albus
glanced at the clock. A gift from Molly Weasley to Minerva, it had
four hands. One had Minerva, the other himself, a third had Mikki,
and the last one now wrote on itself: Harry. He looked at his
pocket watch, and sighed.
"I should goto the Ministry. they will need me." Minerva took
Harry and and scowled.
" Yes. Cornelius has probably mucked this up too..." He smiled at
her, gave her a peck on the cheek, then dissaporated away. Harry
giggled.
" me do!"
" not a chance kid. Not till your 18....."
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I hope that was ok. I'm not sure how much a baby can say at one, anyone know?? Well, tell me if you have an idea. Parental advise is good too!